Inspiration Poems | Examples of Inspiration Poetry

When days and dreary hopes could not feel duller, and gray heavens escape my pencil’s reach, —oh misery!, I could not set it to speech,— my crayon box dreams of unbridled color! When weeks waste wanton hues with guitless squalor, and paintings take the faded tone of bleach, —or worse!—, if poetry can no more teach, my crayon box weeps for richer...

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She walks through storms—not afRaid, but awake, With calm in hEr bones though the skies may break. Time doesn’t heal—it only weatherS the ache, Yet she plants her feet In the burn and the quake. When dreams collapse, she quietLy repairs The fragments of joy and Innocent prayers. HEr grin may be torn, but it still holds grit— A threadbare map with...

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ahhh... the crisp feel of the new notebook its spine never cracked open its pages of virgin white perfectly aligned awaiting their marching orders eager for all and any pen markings from sunday best handwriting to doodles inviting playful interaction your creative élan of spontaneity random thoughts splashed on a page scripted lines scribbled to offload a mind seeking clarity, peace or absolution seeking a semblance...

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Never again Run away from danger Oh you man of value Listen to the call of nature It holds a destiny for everyone It will show you the way out From a Trapped world Hold on to your pains Keep your light on Remember No one is coming to save you From a dying world...

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This is a season for peace but not where the war rages, not as our country men die, not as the grill burns human flesh and the sky rains ash. My dear friends, do not tire out as the bombs drop, As the gangs plunder, our babies starve, and friends go missing. As the water dries out, as the chasm widens, when moon shows no light and...

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Long after midnight in late December woke one night in total fright as where I was did not remember but more importantly couldn't see the forest for the trees and did not recall myself at all or who exactly was this me but when I could it would feel so good as then I'd be out of the woods so instead of groping blind did quite the obvious...

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I ran not out of fright, I ran not because I was chased. I ran not because I felt compelled, Nor from some urging to flee from something or someone. I ran not because others did, I ran not because I'm an idealist at heart. I ran not because...

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It's that special day and you stroll the lonely beach, when out of nowhere you stub your toe on a lamp that falls right out of reach. Suddenly, a genie arises and looks deeply into your eyes. In your mind you hear a whisper, three wishes I will grant as long as you don't tell...

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I need a break, a minute’s breath of space; The furious tempo driving me along, a fussy temper, fervent all day long to strive, stress, toil, scramble to keep the pace— —the pace of a spent poet keeping face;— enough to numb a hand that once inked strong words, and made paper sound loud as a gong.— and what a base...

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From the Beach Boys on back to Bach for inspiration, it’s best to leave rock Unless of course, a rocking chair is meant in which case I dare not dissent ...

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Did you know that Turtle soup, Is a favorite of the group? What a shame to taste so good, When you do as turtles should. Rabbits run a faster race, Turtles try to keep the pace, But they cannot match the speed, When a rabbit takes the lead. Rabbits too are tasty treats, When they pay for their defeats, But the turtles always face, Someone faster...

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Life is a flame on trembling thread, A whisper held by breath and light, Too oft ignored, too lightly said, Yet blazing fierce through day and night. We walk on glass with heavy feet, Unknowing what we crush below — A moment's joy, a heartbeat sweet, A soul we'll never get to know. The morning dew,...

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A FLOWER THAT BLOOMS God sees your life as a flower That sprouts, grows, blooms, wilts, withers, and dies in one Day. And it is not so much the way the Lord sees how you were Rooted to the world But, How you attempted to bloom toward the sky. Whether your stem was broken too soon by an icy storm, Wilted...

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Neurodivergent Rogue One Rouge as one, on a solo run. From glossy glades to mossy mountains. From treeman to technoman From trycore to hardcore. From wet streets to dirt drifts. From urchin to fortune. From chaos evil to chaos From inconvenience to ingenuous. From arteriovenous to intravenous. From keeping thyme to literal flow of rhyme. dashing prancer to dancing lancer. From the A to the One...

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I leave today’s blessing in George Washington Carver’s hands After all he said it best… so in Mr. Carver’s words: May we all blessed to understand “How far we go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant of the weak and the strong. Because someday...

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